It was Ash Wednesday, a holy day. A day meant for repentance and prayer, a day for sacrifice, a day that meant you got to see Matty again. 

If you thought about it hard enough, you could still feel the burn of his hands against your body, only having been three days since you saw him last - since he had you falling apart in a new sacreligious way. 

Anticipation coursed through your veins at the thought of seeing the priest again so soon, normally having to wait an entire week between hook ups, bruises completely faded by the time you were seeing each other again. But this time, you still had faint marks scattered across the inside of your thighs, marks that Matty left behind when you sat on his face until you were crying and his jaw was locking up. 

You flush, walking down the aisle alongside rows and rows of empty pews, swallowing thickly as your eyes are immediately drawn to dark curls sitting in the very first one, his arms spread out along the backside of the wood. He wasn’t even facing you and yet you could feel your veins thrum in anticipation at the knowledge that the two of you were alone - and you knew where that always led. 

“Where have you been?” Matty’s deep voice carried throughout the already thick air of the church, bouncing off the stained glass windows faintly illuminated by the moon and shooting straight down to illuminate the fire under your skin. 

“How did you know it was me?” Your voice was meek, nervous. Matty still hadn’t turned around to face you and yet he was so confident that your footsteps were the one echoing in tandem. The closer you got to the priest, the faster your heart thumped against your chest, feeling ashamed that your core was already clenching in anticipation for what he’d say next.

Matty paused for a beat, allowing the sound of your footsteps to inch closer to him before indulging you. “I know the sound of your heart.” His voice was confident, fingers starting to tap against the top of the wooden pew that his arms rested against, your stomach swooping when you realized the taps of his fingers matched the rhythm of your heart.  “I can hear it pounding from here.”

You gulp, taking a deep breath through your nose to try and calm the rate at which your heart was indeed pounding. The sound of Matty chuckling only fueled it to beat faster, knowing that he had heard you trying to calm it. You felt exposed before he had even laid eyes on you.

You choose not to reply, allowing the only sound to fill the empty church be your footsteps carrying you the rest of the way until you were standing in front of him, staring down at the priest who was already looking at you like he could eat you alive in one bite.

You tried to keep your eyes locked with his own but temptation took over and you found your eyes scanning over his frame unashamed. The way the muscles in his arms flexed against the cuff of his black shirt as they were thrown against the backrest of the pew he was sitting on, the way his legs were spread apart, the way they spread wider now that they had your attention - almost like an invitation. 

You swallow thick and hard, running your eyes slowly back up his body until they are locked back with his own, dark and full of a smug mixed arrogance - knowing that he already had you in the palm of his hand without even doing anything.

Matty allows his own eyes to explore your frame, lip twitching into a smirk as he took in your outfit that was borderline inappropriate for such a setting as this - in a church, in front of a priest, on Ash Wednesday. The way the hem of your dress barely fell past your fingertips, the way the low cut of had your cleavage spilling out of it, the way one of the straps fell down your shoulder when you started to breath a little more heavy from the feeling of Matty’s heavy eyes burning against your skin. The way his dark orbs followed your hand as it pulled the strap back up and in its place, falling back to your own now that it was settled. 

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up.” Matty spoke off handedly, bringing one of his arms that had been thrown across the back of the pew up to his mouth, rubbing at his chin - fingertips grazing his bottom lip. His head tilted to the side as his dark eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ve been sitting here for ages, the last person came to get their ashes two hours ago.”

You shift under his heated gaze, your eyes flicking down to watch the way his fingers rubbed along his own bottom lip, wishing he’d reach out and run them along yours instead and feeling disappointed when he didn’t. “I should have known better. I should know by now that my girl would never stand me up.” You felt your heart skip a beat at my girl, wondering if Matty heard that as well. “You’re too good for that.”

You clear your throat to find your voice, blushing and twiddling your thumbs. “Sorry, I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

“I had this Chemistry exam I needed to study for.” You shrugged, picking at the hem of your dress, dark eyes glued to the way the action had it reveal more skin. “I lost track of time.”

“Hm.” Matty hums, taking his time trailing his eyes back up to meet your own, by the time the journey was said and done you felt on fire. “You sure that’s the only reason you came so late, angel?” 

Taking his hand off of his chin to slowly trail down down his chest, your eyes glued to the sight like a lifeline, tongue feeling like sandpaper as his veiny hand trailed down further until it was enveloping himself over the material of his black pants. His eyes rolled back into his skull, more for show than for pleasure, you drank in the sight.

His head full of dark curls tipped to the side, smirking. “Had nothing to do with the fact that now you have me all to yourself?”

You knew that he was playing you, scooping you right up into the palm of his hand. His hand continues to rub himself over his pants, his breath growing heavier with each passing squeeze, dark eyes full of desire and eating you alive. 

You shrug, batting your eyelashes, innocent and teasing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Matty’s hums, taking his hand off himself in favor of reaching out to grab your wrist, tugging on it until you landed on his knee, arm wrapping around your waist as you shifted against it to adjust to the sudden close proximity to the priest. You were able to see his features much more distinctly this close, counting his eyelashes as he stared up at you with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “You sure about that?”

Your eyes search his face, memorizing all the features now that you had him this close with no distractions. You shake your head softly. “No, Father.”

Matty’s fingers dig harshly into your side at the name, a pattern you knew would bruise along your skin by the time you made it back home, thrill shooting up your spine at the thought. You loved when Matty left his mark on you, a memory for you to watch fade until you saw him again only to be littered with new ones for you to admire, repeating the vicious cycle week after week, month after month, never ending. “You want me?”

You clench at the thought of the unlocked door of the church, knowing that anyone could walk in late to get their ashes just as you did, that anyone could catch the two of you in such a blasphemous act. “Yes, Father.”

Matty’s lips were against your own in a flash, pulling you in for a kiss that already had your mind feeling hazy, already so desperate for the priest that you were shifting against his thigh. His fingers spread across your hip and dig into the flesh of it, causing you to gasp and allowing him the freedom to slide his tongue in. You shift against his knee once more, Matty tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and then he’s gone. “You taste like chocolate.”

You flush, dipping your head to hide your face out of embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about that. I ate a bunch of it before I came here.” Matty stares up at you in an amused yet puzzled gaze, a soft small smile tugging at his lips. You flush further at the admission. “That’s what I’m giving up for Lent, had to indulge in it one last time, ya know?”

Matty snorts, shaking his head softly, his curls with it. “Oh, come on, everyone chooses chocolate.” His dark eyes roll playfully, teasing - pinching your hip and causing that fire to ignite in your stomach, replacing the butterflies that threatened to swarm with the way he was looking up at you from your place on his knee. “You don’t wanna challenge yourself?”

“That is a challenge!” You argue with a gasp. “Have you ever tried a Heath bar? It’s the closest thing to Heaven, honestly.” Matty rolls his dark eyes once more, laughing through a scoff. You fix him with a pointed stare, narrowing your eyes and tilting your head inquisitively. “Alright then, what are you giving up? Since you’re so high and mighty.”

Matty’s soft smile slowly spreads into a smirk, your stomach swirled at the sight. “That’s between me and God, sweetheart.” Thrill shooting up your spine from the dangerous look in his eyes, ones that scanned your face before sliding down to stare at the way your naked thighs looked sitting across his lap. Matty’s fingers dug deeper into your hip as his other hand spread across one of your thighs, swallowing the area so easily that it made your head spin. You gulp. His fingers sneaking ever so slightly under the hem of your dress before trailing his eyes back up to meet your own. “Definitely not pretty girls who worship me.”

You feel a twinge of jealousy at the plural noun, not able to stop yourself from voicing it. “Girls?”

Matty’s smirk deepens, his fingers sliding slightly deeper under your dress, your heart racing at the feeling. “Only you, angel.”

You feel the butterflies start to mix with the fire that pooled in your stomach, hopeful that they would die in the heat. You narrow your eyes, resisting the urge to clench your thighs around his hand creeping up the expanse of them. You scoff through a forced laugh, knowing your words weren’t true before you spoke them. “I don’t worship you.” 

“Yeah?” Matty’s voice took on a condescending tone that you were all too familiar with, his fingers digging into the flesh of your inner thigh, you couldn’t help but gasp softly at the feeling - the sound only fueled the smirk on his face to spread wider. “You wanna put your money where your mouth is, princess?”

You swallow thickly, not able to stop your thighs from clenching around his hand any longer. You always lost games like this with him, never able to say no to him. You knew you had no argument against him, no leg to stand on when he was looking at you like this, digging his fingers in your waist and speaking in such a deep, gravely tone. “Get on your knees.”

The two of you stare at one another for a beat, allowing the tension between you to grow thicker, as badly as everything inside of you was screaming to follow his orders, to be good for him - you found yourself fighting to try and prove a point. Desperate to prove to someone, anyone - Matty, God, yourself, that he didn’t hold such power over you. 

Matty’s smirk never faltered, he knew exactly what you were doing, could practically hear the battle you were having with yourself in your head. His fingers that had been digging at your hip came up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Come on, baby.” You had no resolve left once the rare pet name tumbled from his lips, desperate to please him now that he was calling you it. Matty knew this, if the smug look in his eye told you anything. “Get on your knees and worship Daddy’s cock.”

And really, you couldn’t even find it in yourself to care about Matty winning this little back and forth as you slid down from his lap and onto your knees, the cold floor digging against them. You’d let him gloat for all of eternity as long as it meant he was pulling himself out of confinement, anticipation coursing through your veins at the sound of his zipper echoing throughout the empty church. 

“There she is, there’s my good little girl.” Pumping himself twice as you settled more comfortably on the harsh floor. “Could never tell me no, isn’t that right?”

You nod softly, you would agree with anything that came out of his mouth right now, too mesmerized with the action of watching his hand pump himself to think coherently. Matty keeps his hand on himself, hissing as he swipes his thumb over his tip, reaching out with his unoccupied hand to run a thumb along the expanse of your bottom lip. You clench at the feeling, placing your hand on his knee and digging your manicured nails into the area, eyes glued to the way his hand enveloped around his length, desperate to feel the weight on your tongue. As if Matty could hear your thoughts, he pushes his thumb past your lips, groaning when you immediately sucked it into your mouth - swirling your tongue around the pad of it as if to show him what you could do to him instead.

Matty allows you to swirl around his thumb a few more times, groaning when you curl your tongue around it, before sliding it out of your mouth and trailing the spit coated digit down your chin and gripping your jaw. “You want it?”

You stare up at him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes and pouting your bottom lip out slightly. “Please, Father.”

Matty smirks, dropping his hold on your chin and leaning back against the back of the pew, taking his hand off of himself and throwing his arms back over the wooden pew as they had been earlier when you first walked in. The sight had you clenching your thighs together. He looked so powerful like this, he was powerful like this, legs so spread out and inviting - staring down at you like he could eat you alive. The image so erotic that your mind was growing hazy. “Have at it then, baby.”

This time, you wasted no time following his command, not even hesitating before leaning forward to take hold of the base, pumping him once before sticking your tongue out to swirl over his tip just like you had with his thumb a few minutes ago. Matty was already white knuckling the back of the pew, dark eyes glued to your mouth until they were fluttering shut from the feeling of your mouth sliding down on him. “Fuck, that’s it. Take me in now, angel. Know you can do better than that.”

You hated that Matty knew exactly what buttons of yours to push to get exactly what he wanted. The need to please, to do better overpowered the snarky comment that threatened to rise in your throat - pushing it back down with his length as you slowly lowered yourself further down on him. The sound of Matty moaning only fueled you to go further, clenching your thighs together at the pretty sounds the priest was making that bounced off the walls of the church and reverberated back down to your core, at the feeling of his weight on your tongue, at the reminder that anyone could walk in at any moment and catch the two of you once and for all. 

You pump what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, moaning around his length when his hands found home in your hair, scratching your scalp softly as he ran his fingers through your roots - tugging on the strands and sending a wave of arousal through your veins. Matty gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, moaning through heavy pants as you bobbed your head to the beat of your throbbing core. “So fucking pretty like this, such a pretty mouth, you always take me so well. Shit.”

You moan at the praise, pulling up to swirl your tongue around his tip before lowering yourself back down further than before, tears brimming in your eyes as he slid further down your throat - pushing past the tears and determined to take him deeper, nose brushing the faint trail of hair on his abdomen and making Matty toss his head back in a broken whine that had heat throbbing in your core.

You swallow around him, Matty’s fingers tugging on your ponytail at the feeling. You pull off of him long enough to breathe, a line of spit connecting your bottom lip to his tip, the sight had Matty tossing his head back in a moan once more. Quick to roll his head to the side when he felt your tongue licking up the underside of his length, watching the way you explored the veins and kissed along the expanse of him. 

You smiled over an outstretched tongue, holding his base and tapping his tip against it once, twice, before taking him back in your mouth - already missing the weight on your tongue, rolling your hips down on nothing in desperation to relieve some of the pressure between your thighs. 

“Fuck, look at you.” Matty groans, tightening his hold on your ponytail with one hand as the other trails down to your cheek so he could feel the way they hallowed around him, hissing and rolling his hips slightly to help you take him even deeper. You moan around his length, he moans at the feeling. “Bet you’re fucking soaked just from sucking me off, huh?” You moan around him, at how well he knew you. “Love my cock so much that you’ll take it anyway you can get it, anywhere too.” 

You nod as best as you could while swallowing his length, doubling your efforts as his words shoot down to your core, clenching your thighs together. Matty moans, one that fades into a whine as you graze your teeth faintly against his length, tugging on your hair so hard it had tears brimming your eyes once more. “Fucking sinful.”

Your core is throbbing and aching for attention, desperation and desire coating your veins so thick that you were starting to not see straight anymore. So focused on the feeling of Matty’s cock hitting the back of your throat that you didn’t even realize he was reaching over to the bowl of ashes next to him. “But that’s what you’re here for, right? To repent for your sins?”

You moan around him, staring up at him with tear brimmed eyes filled with desperation. Matty moans at the sight, fisting your hair harder. “To sacrifice something so God will forgive you for being such a slut for my cock?” 

You moan around him once more, a stray tear falling from your eye, more following as you reach down under your dress to rub tight circles over your swollen and neglected clit, not making it very far before Matty’s foot was kicking softly at your knee - a silent order that you heard loud and clear, slowly taking your hand out from under your dress in favor of digging it into Matty’s knee. Whether it was to ground yourself or punish him for neglecting you, you weren’t sure. “To apologize that your sin has caused a division from God? Say you’re sorry that you love my cock more than you love him?”

You could feel white-hot shame roll through your veins, mixing with the desire in such a way that had you feeling dizzy, guilt gnawing at the back of your mind because Matty was right. The priest, ironically, had been straying you from God instead of leading you to him. 

Matty’s tightened his hold on your ponytail, pulling on it and forcing you off of him, another trail of spit following. “Repent, angel. Tell him how sorry you are.”

You took in deep breaths to try and make up for the lack of air that had reached down to your lungs since you got on your knees, staring up at the priest with swollen lips and lines of mascara running down your cheeks. Matty twitched at the sight. You swallow thick, tongue dry and throat wrecked. “I’m sorry.”

“Think you can do better than that, love.”

You whine, resting your cheek against Matty’s knee as you fought through pants to catch your breath, his thumb connected to the hand holding your ponytail rubbed at your scalp soothingly. You swallow once more, desperate to please, to be good, to be obedient.

Not for God, for Matty.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” You whine, gasping when Matty’s hand in your hair pulled you up from his knee, staring up at him with as much innocence as you could muster considering the line of spit that connected the two of you. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“Fuck me.” Matty groans, broken and desperate, fisting your hair and pulling you back down on his length. You were quick to swallow him back down, tongue swirling around the veins and hand coated in spit pumping what couldn't fit.

“I forgive you.” Matty speaks confidently, dipping his thumb in the bowl of ash before bringing the hand in front of your face and blessing you. You couldn’t help but moan at the ironic sight, an action so sacred being done on someone who had mascara stained tears that mixed with the drool on your chin.

“Repent and believe in the Gospel.” Matty’s voice was strong, authoritative, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you stared up at him with ruined makeup and desperation in your eyes, running your tongue along the underside as you bobbed your head to the rhythm of your throbbing core. Matty brought his ash covered thumb up to your forehead, marking the cross in the middle of it as you moaned around his length, eyes rolling in the back of your head at the irony. “Repent and believe in me.”

You clench around nothing, your thighs mirroring the action, desperate to dull the ache between your thighs as you doubled your efforts on Matty, just as desperate to feel him spilling down your throat. By the tight grip on your hair and the stutter in his hips, you knew he was close. 

“Fucking hell, I love this fucking mouth of yours.” Matty groans, voice deeper than usual, more gravelly. You hum, preening at the praise, the action causing his hips to stutter again. “Remember the first time you got on your knees for me? How nervous and unsure you were?” You nod as best you could with your hair fisted in his palm and your mouth full of him. “Fuck, angel, look at you now. Taking my cock like you were made for it, made for me.” 

Matty words shot straight down to your core, whining around his length at the desperation that clouded your veins. “God made you for me, isn’t that right? Only me. I’m the only one who’s ever had you.” More tears flowed freely from your eyes, you didn’t know if it was from the insistent abuse to the back of your throat or the desperation anymore. “The only one who will ever have you.”

You dig your nails into his knee, hoping that it conveyed agreement that you couldn’t voice with a mouth full. Matty smiled, dark and prideful. His hips thrusting up to meet the bob of your head. “Yeah, that’s right. I fucking ruined you, I took a sweet, innocent little angel and made her a cockslut who’s desperate to swallow my cum.”

You swirl your tongue, swallow around him, hollow your cheeks - pulling out all the stops to have the priest spilling in your mouth, “Fuck, I’m so close.” Matty groans. “You want me to cum in your mouth, baby? Yeah? You wanna swallow it like you’re taking communion?” Matty spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes rolling ever so slightly as you doubled your efforts on him, chasing the high that he was on the brink of collapsing under. “Ah, Fuck!” Matty cried, face contorting in pleasure. “Shit, baby, I’m-“

Matty spilled in your mouth, cursing and whimpering as his orgasm crashed into him, tugging on your hair to ground himself as you hollow your cheeks, bobbing lazily to help drain him. “Fuck.”

Matty came down from his high, staring at you with eyes that threatened to eat you alive. You slowly stuck your tongue out for him to see his load spread across it, allowing some of the cum on it to drool onto your chest, waiting for his permission to swallow - like you waited on his permission for everything.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty fucking sight?” Matty groans, reaching out to rub his thumb through the stray rope of cum that had fallen on your chest, bringing it up to his own mouth to suck clean. You whine at the sight, making you all the more desperate to swallow his load. “Like a fucking wet dream.” You clench your thighs, so fucking desperate that you felt as though you might actually be in Hell, it wasn’t far fetched. Matty took hold of your jaw, leaning forward to spit on top of the cum on your tongue, smiling dark and dangerous as he closed your mouth with two fingers under your jaw. “Swallow.”

You groan, swallowing his spit mixed load and showing him your clean tongue afterwards with pride, Matty tugged softly on the makeshift ponytail he was still holding one last time before dropping it and running his fingers through your hair more soothingly, comforting. You lean your head into his hands, grateful for it all. “Good girl.”

You turn your head towards his outstretched arm, kissing his wrist softly before lightly biting the skin, turning back to look up at the priest who was staring down at you with dark, heavy eyes - contemplating what he was going to do with you. You shifted on your knees against the hardwood floor, a deep ache settled into your core that you so desperately yearned to soothe, you deserved it. “Matty.”

“What, angel?”

You shift on your knees once more, digging your manicured nails into his thigh. You couldn’t think much more past the throbbing between your thighs, could do nothing but repeat his name once more with more of a whine. “Matty.”

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, sweet girl?” You blush, trying to find the strength to stand on wobbly legs but finding your knees glued to the hardwood beneath them, two of Matty’s fingers trailing down your neck in favor of hooking under the dainty cross necklace sitting on your chest, pulling on it and taking you with it. Matty pulls you into his lap the rest of the way, straddling over him and settling yourself down with an experimental roll of your hips. Matty smirks, continuing to pull on your necklace to guide you closer to his lips, halfway home when the chain snaps into two, a faint gasp ripped from your throat as you felt the chain fall from your neck and dangle in between Matty’s fingers. “Well, isn’t that ironic?”

You swallow, touching your bare throat on instinct, already missing the absence of the necklace you rarely ever took off. The two of you stared at the cross pendant that dangled between his fingers, swaying in the thick tension between you, symbolic in ways that had your head spinning. “Maybe that was God sending us a sign.”

Matty snorts, tossing your broken necklace off to the side like it was nothing, falling between the cushions of the pew for someone else to find at a later date. Once again, the action was symbolic in ways that you couldn’t even wrap your head around. “A sign? Meaning what?”

You shift on top of his lap, trailing your hand up his chest, playing with the collar of his black shirt, tilting your head to the side and looking up at him with innocent eyes and a teasing tone. “That you’re bad news, Father.” Tugging on his collar slightly, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat under the fabric. “I should stay away from you.”

Matty clears his throat, holding a vice-like grip on your hips, rolling them down against himself and causing a faint twinge of pleasure to roll through you, speaking through a smirk. “That right?”

You nod, trailing your hand on his collar up further now, brushing up the side of his neck before ultimately hooking behind it alongside your other hand. “You’re straying me away from God.” You sigh, voice breathy. Matty hung onto your every word as you twirl some of the curls at the nape of his neck around your fingers. You tilt your head with a pout. “You’re no saint.” Tugging on the curls wrapped around your fingers and earning his digging harsher into your hips. “You’re Judas.”

Matty smiles, dark and powerful. “Judas didn’t stray people from God, he led them right to him.” Squeezing your hips before trailing his hands down to rest of your bare thighs, fingers grabbing at the hem of the bottom of your dress and pushing it up higher on your legs. “You’d know that if you actually listened to my sermons instead of staring at me the entire time.”

You flush at being caught, tugging on his curls once more as you shifted on his lap, rolling your hips down to chase the same pleasure that bloomed through you before when Matty moved you against him, biting your lip at the feeling.

“I listen.” You pout, Matty pushes your dress up further. “Judas led people to Jesus to betray him.”

Matty hums, pushing your dress up further, allowing it to bunch at your waist, putting your stark white, lacy panties on display for him. He groans at the sight, at what little innocence still lingered on you even after all these months of desecration. “I’m not betraying Jesus.”

Matty sounded so confident in himself that you almost believed him, almost. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were sitting on his lap, dress bunched around your waist on a pew in the middle of a church that you had christened every inch of at this point. If it wasn’t for the way you couldn’t even read a verse from the bible without blushing down to your roots. If it wasn’t for the taste of his cum that still lingered on your tongue from mere minutes ago, the reminder of his filthy words playing on a constant loop in your mind.

“Aren’t you?” Matty narrows his eyes, pushing your dress up even further, his hands lingering at your waist now. “You’re supposed to be a holy man, Father, supposed to spread the word of God.” You fight to keep the innocent look on your face, wanting nothing more than to crack a smile, but you kept it together. “Not spew it while you fuck innocent women.” 

Matty snorts. “Oh, you’re far from innocent, angel. I ruined that months ago.” You flush at the images that run through your mind, memories that you were curious about if they were the same ones Matty was talking about, knowing that there were a number of scenarios he could be referring to. “Spreading the Gospel, spreading your legs, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”

You tug at his curls, squeezing your thighs around the sides of his legs, causing his smirk to deepen.

“I think you’ve corrupted me, Father.” You sigh with a pout, Matty nodded in agreement unashamed, heat rolling through you stomach in waves as he pushed your dressed up even further, finally indulging him by just peeling it off your body the rest of the way - leaving you only clad in a white, lacy bralette that matched the ruined underwear from before. Matty was quick to get his hands on the lace, thumb tracing the pattern, swirling over your hardened bud and making your core throb impossibly harder. “Maybe I should try and get some of my virtue back.”

Matty hums, pinching your nipple and causing you to gasp, rolling your hips down on him on instinct. “And how do you expect to do that, angel?”

You shrug, swirling a new curl around your finger and tugging on it. “Maybe I should let you go.”

Matty pinches your nipple meanly at the thought, scoffing through a laugh, mocking. “Let me go?”

“Yeah.” You shrug, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and rolling your hips faintly to the rhythm Matty rolled his thumb over your hardened bud with. “Maybe you were right, chocolate is too easy.” You shrug, finally allowing the smirk to break out on your face as you threw Matty’s words from earlier back in his face. “I need a challenge.” Matty’s hand that remained on your waist dug into the skin there, fingernails creating half moon shaped marks that you wished could stay forever. “Maybe I should give you up for Lent.”

Matty swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat with a faint gulp. He recovered quickly though, pushing your thin bralette to the side so he could assault your nipple with no layer in between. Staring at you with dark, desire filled eyes that shot you a challenge as he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud like you had done with him earlier, your core throbbing and begging for attention. You were positive that you were dripping, rolling your hips down on his lap a little more sure now. 

Matty continued to roll one of your nipples between his teeth, soothing it with his tongue as the other rolled between his thumb. His other hand dipped a finger under the lacy waistband of your underwear, pulling it back to release with a snap at the same time that he bit ever so softly down on your bud, a breathy wince falling from your lips at the pain that mixed with pleasure.

Matty pulled away from your chest, smirking at you like he had all the power. And really, he did. He always did, try as you might, you could never tell him no. How could you when it felt so fucking good to sin? “I’d like to see you try.”

The words were no sooner left from his mouth before you were crashing your lips against his own, kissing the smirk right off his face as the feeling of lips against his own quickly faded into more teeth and tongue than anything else, so desperate for so long that you couldn’t even find it in yourself to tease him anymore, ready to take whatever he was willing to give you. 

Matty tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it harshly, the pain shooting straight down to your core. Mumbling against your mouth, “As if you’d be able to last without me for forty days.”

You moan into his mouth, rolling your hips down to chase the pleasure that followed with it. Speaking words that you knew weren’t true yet felt the need to defend yourself to some sort of capacity, even though you both knew it was empty. “I could.”

Matty’s tongue swirls against your own, melting your mind, his fingers leaving the waistband of your underwear in favor of trailing down to push them to the side.

“Yeah?” Matty’s voice was condescending as ever, nipping at your bottom lip one last time before pulling away, wanting to watch your face fold as he ran two of his fingers through your wetness. His lips twitching up into a smirk at the sight of you pulling your own bottom lip between your teeth to try and stop any form of sounds from tumbling from your lips as he started to swirl two of his fingers in tight circles over your swollen, desperate bundle of nerves. “You sure about that, princess?”

You nod despite the pleasure that bloomed through you and the heat already swimming in your stomach at the feeling of his hands finally on you, knowing that you wouldn’t last long. Matty’s fingers were already picking up speed over your clit, wanting to make it harder for you to hide how he was making you feel, wanting to prove a point that you were lying through your teeth. “Come on, admit it. You couldn’t go one week without my cock, let alone six.”

He was right, of course he was right, but there was this nagging need at the back of your mind to make him feel like he had to beg for you for once. And really, you should have known better. “I can do it.” 

“Alright.” Matty smirked, condescending, doubling his efforts on your clit - heat coiling in your stomach and spreading throughout your veins as you rolled your hips to meet his insistent swipes. “I admire you, you know.” You swallow down a groan, empty cunt clenching in anticipation of what he might say, knowing him well enough to know that this wasn’t actually going to end in the compliment that he was setting it up to be. His calloused fingers rubbed deliciously at your bundle of nerves, numbing and melting your mind in such a way that you almost didn’t even register that he was still speaking. “The way you’re showing them that you have self control.”

Matty was patronizing you, mocking you, you knew this. But you still found your voice through breathy moans to ask. “Showing who?”

Matty smirked, slowing down his fingers on your clit until they were at a complete stop, you whined at the loss. Matty ran three of his fingers through your dripping core, coating them before lingering at your entrance. 

“The Father.” Matty spoke through a deep, gravelly tone that shot straight down to your core, sliding his middle finger inside of you slowly. You clench at the stretch, gone as soon as quickly as it was there, pulling out in favor of pushing back into you with two fingers this time. “The Son.” Emphasizing the name with a curl of his fingers, you gasp at the stretch this time, at the way his fingers found a spot so quickly that you had searched desperately for on your own, never being able to reach it. You whine pitifully as Matty’s fingers slide out of you once more, gripping onto his shoulder in preparation for them to come back, figuring out his game by now to know to expect the burn of three fingers stretching you to come next. You gasped anyway, throwing your head back at the feeling of three of Matty’s fingers slowly entering you, meeting no resistance from how wet you were - staying still to allow you to adjust to the burn as he spoke darkly. “And the Holy Spirit.” 

You clench around his thick fingers, face screwed in pleasure as you adjusted to the feeling of three of his long fingers inside of you, something you had taken before but normally weren’t as used to. Matty curled his fingers experimentally, rubbing soothing circles into your hip when your head fell forward and into his neck.

“You’re doing so good, angel.” Matty was quick to assure, kissing the top of your head and slowly pulling his fingers out before pushing them back into you with a little more power than before. You moan into his neck, digging your fingernails into his shoulders at the full feeling. “Such a good girl for me, you can take it. I know you can.”

You preen under Matty’s praise, grazing your teeth against his neck as he slowly started to fuck his three fingers into you in a rhythmic pace that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. “You take my cock so well, this is nothing for you.”

You whine, clenching around his fingers, gasping when his thumb found home against your bundle of nerves. “Matty.”

“There she is.” Matty gleamed, fucking into you faster now that you were speaking, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. You were drooling into his neck, drunk on the feeling. “Look at me, wanna see you while I’m fucking you.”

You couldn’t lift your head even if you tried, so succumbed to the pleasure that it had overtaken your entire body, thankful that Matty took pity on you and brought his hand back into your hair - grabbing a fistful and tugging your face out of his neck so he could get a proper look at you. Matty groaned at the sight, at how fucking wrecked you look, how drunk you were on his fingers inside of you. 

“That’s my fucking girl, my perfect little angel.” You whine, heat coiling in your stomach, rolling your hips down to meet the thrusts of his fingers inside of you. “Made just for me. Heaven opened up and you fell right into my lap, isn’t that right?”

You whine, nodding as best as you could with your hair in his hands, too high on pleasure to bite down the butterflies growing in the lake of fire in your stomach. “Matty, fuck, I’m close.”

“Yeah?” Matty doubles his efforts, hurdling you closer and closer to tipping over the edge. “You gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?” You nod, clenching around him as you could feel the familiar heat creeping up your spine. “You are?” Matty asks again, voice less sweet now and more patronizing. Matty waited until you clenched around his fingers one last time before pulling all three of them out of you. You whimper at the loss, clenching around nothing. “But I thought you didn’t want to cum?”

Your stomach drops at his words, regretful for using his words against him earlier now that he was using yours against you. 

“You wanted to give me up for Lent, right?” Matty’s smile was dark, powerful, challenging. “You said you could last without me for forty days, angel, but look at you.” Matty cooed, bringing his slick coated fingers up to your mouth, pulling them back just out of reach when you tried to suck them in. You whine at the rejection, staring at his coated fingers and jealousy burning through you when Matty brought them to his own instead, moaning at the taste as he licked them clean. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a smirk, mocking. “You couldn’t even last ten fucking minutes.”

You whine, shifting against his lap, desperate for any form of friction. You were so close to your release that you could taste it. “Matty, please.”

“What, baby?” Matty cooed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, giving you a pout that you know he didn’t mean. “I’m just being respectful.” Trailing his thumb down to rub along the expanse of your bottom lip, tugging at it and letting it pop back in place. “Just honoring your wishes, you know? Helping you make your point and all.”

“Matty.” You whine, pitiful and defeated. “Please, I need you.”

“Oh, you need me, huh?” Matty teased, trailing a hand from your lips and down to his length, your eyes glued to the way his hand wrapped around his length, moaning as you watched him pump himself. So fucking desperate that you could almost feel phantom pleasure just from watching him touch himself. “What happened to earning back your virtue, princess?”

“I don’t need it.” You begged, clenching around nothing, at just the thought of what he’d feel like inside of you - a feeling you had been so drunk on more times than you could count. “Only need you.”

Matty hisses into a moan, dragging his thumb across his tip. “Fuck.”

“Fuck me, Matty, please.” You begged, whining when he didn’t budge. But you knew exactly how to get what you wanted, leaning forward to lick a strip up the side of his neck, tugging his ear lobe between your teeth before whispering. “Daddy, please.”

Matty was lining up at your entrance almost immediately, not hesitating to thrust all the way inside, a broken whine ripped from your throat as Matty started fucking into you in a pace that had you fighting to catch your breath. “Suck a fucking slut, moaning for your Daddy in the house of the Lord.”

You drool into his neck, eyes rolling back into your skull as Matty pounded into you, both of you knowing neither would last very long.

Matty brought two fingers down to rub tight circles on your clit, you could already feel that familiar heat coiling in your stomach, so quick considering it had been ripped from you mere minutes ago.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Matty cooed, fucking you hard and fast, fingers flying across your clit. You were hesitant to nod, scared that he’d pull out of you again, but you knew that he knew the signs anyway. You nod into his neck, biting the point where it meets his shoulder and clenching around him as you felt your high nearing closer and closer. “Too drunk on my cock fucking you dumb that you can’t speak, baby?” You nod again, couldn’t even find it in yourself to feel ashamed. Matty groans, hips stuttering, a tell tale sign that he was just as close. “Fuck, baby, cum all over my cock. Come on, show me what Heaven is all about.”

You whine, immediately falling apart in his lap, moan after whimper tumbling from your lips as Matty continued to fuck you through your high, chasing his own. It didn’t take much longer, a few more thrusts and Matty was spilling inside of you, both of you moaned at the feeling. 

The two of you took a beat to catch your breath as you both came down from your high, your head resting on his chest as Matty rubbed soothing circles into your temple, placing lazy kisses to the top of your head until you both felt normal again. 

You leaned back from Matty’s chest, always nervous to look at the priest when the two of you weren’t blinded by lust, scared that he’d see right through you and know how much you felt for him. 

Sometimes, you convinced yourself that he felt the same. Like now, staring up at you with eyes that gleamed, no longer filled with hunger and desire. Instead, replaced with admiration and an unknown emotion that you were too scared to try and pinpoint. 

Matty reaches his hand out, gently grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss much softer than any you’d ever shared before. You felt as though you were floating when Matty pulled away, thankful for his hand on your hip that grounded you from doing so. Matty smiled softly at you before leaning up to place a kiss on top of the ash on your forehead.

And just like that, you were reminded that nothing about any of this was soft and sweet, it was wrong and blasphemous on so many levels. Sure that an eternity of damnation awaited the both of you.

You smile, teasing, trying to break up the butterflies that threatened to fly out of your mouth with the way Matty was staring at you right now. “We’re going to Hell.”

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Please, Jesus– if you are listening, just please forgive me. Please look away. I promise I’m still good.

“So fucking good,” Matty groans as he lines himself up with you, “always takin’ me so well, yeah, angel?”

You let out a soft gasp in response as Matty pushes in, his hips staggering as he bottoms out.

His hands, calloused and rough, dig at the soft flesh of your hips. Your ribs ache from being bent over a pew, your scalp stings as Matty weaves a free hand between the threads of your hair and yanks back.

The pain is sinful.

But, then again, don’t you have to suffer for God’s love? Isn’t this what you deserve? Isn’t that what Father Healy always said?

“Fuck– angel, you’re sqeezin’ me so tight, God…”

“Father…please…need– ah!”

“Shhhh…quiet for me, Angel. I’m tryin’ to preach, yeah? Need you to be still for me.”

You wanted to laugh.

You wanted to cry.

You wanted to cum.

You wanted to crawl out of your skin and let your bare flesh burn under the hottest water you could find. You still wouldn’t be clean of him.

Has he corrupted you? Damned you?

Perhaps, you had corrupted him.

It was you who had initiated it, afterall.

Maybe that was the most sinful part.

That Sunday three months ago had been hotter than usual; a taste of the hell you were sure that you were destined to see.

Your dress was white. 

Your hair fell easily over your shoulders.

You had asked for a meeting alone with him after Mass.

You had slipped into the confessional box without thinking twice.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago.”

You shift in your seat, a flush already creeping up your chest. You shouldn’t have been nervous. You had done confession with Father Healy hundreds of times since you were young. This shouldn’t have been different. Except that it just was.

“I’ve been…uh…I don’t know exactly how to say this…”

You hear Matty clear his voice, and you can see the faint shadow of him through the intricately designed barrier of metal and wood. It wasn’t enough.

“You’re worried.”

“What?”

“You’re worried,” he repeats, voice steady and deep, “I can hear it in your voice.”

You swallow, crossing a leg over the other. It was true. You hate that he knew it. You hate that his voice made your stomach twist. You hate that he was the reason you had this sick, twisted confession in the first place.

“You don’t need to worry. It’s just you, me, and God. This is meant to cleanse you, so be honest. I’m listening.”

You squeeze your thighs together. You pretend it’s subconscious. 

You suck in a breath as you run a finger over the carved wood in front of you, your eyes focusing on the leaves carved into it. Your finger traces higher, running over the oak tree and flowers that adorned the booth. You turn your head slightly and find that the vines surround you. The garden is beautiful, heavenly, even. 

It would have been so easy to lie. To say that you hadn’t done what you had. 

Things could have been good that way. Easy.

You never would have known the way that Matty tasted of wine off the altar and cigarettes, even though he swore he quit years ago.

You never would have known that his chest was painted in ink spiraled into words and pictures of elk and of flowers.

You never would have known what it would be like to sink your teeth into his bottom lip and pull out the sweet, sweet juices of red.

Blame it on the heat.

Blame it on the garden.

Blame it on the smell of his cologne that snaked through the metal opening and slithered around your exposed skin.

If you called it what it sounded like, it would have been lust.

If you called it what it was, it would have been hunger.

You took a bite and knew you could simply never go back.

“I’ve been touching myself.”

You hear Matty suck in a breath, and what sounded like fabric shifting.

“Why?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Who makes you want that?”

“Father–”

“God wants to know.” He pauses, neither of you speak. “I want to know.”

“I can’t–”

“You can. C’mon, angel.”

The pet-name misses your ears and sinks straight to your cunt, each letting a wave of need through you.

“Y-you do.”

White spots danced across your vision as Matty’s hand fell from your hair and snakes between your bodies, his thick thumb rubbing practiced circles on your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your eyes stay glued to the cracking stone floors as he thrusts deeper into you, leaning forward to whisper trails of sweet nothings into your ear.

“I’ve got you, Angel. So precious, God– made for me, yeah? Fuckin’ made for this cock, aren’t you?”

“We are all made perfectly in God’s image.” Matty had been preaching only the hour before.

Was this God’s plan for you all along?

Matty would know better than you. He was the closest you had gotten to seeing God; to touching him.

You were going to hell. You were sure of it. You were damned and it was all his fault. 

You should have stopped this months ago. Really, you should have stopped this before it had even started, but you couldn't help yourself. When you had heard the rumors of a new priest who would fill in for the current one who was about to leave for a mission trip, you hadn't even thought twice about it. You were sure that it’d be another old man who would bore you to sleep each week, never expecting someone who looked like God himself to be the one to walk into chapel the following Sunday to be the name on everyone's lips. 

Matty Healy, a thirty four year old priest who had made everything you once held so dear to you crumble completely almost overnight. Taking you from a devout catholic who spent most of her time praying, to a devout lover who spent most of her time on her knees for everything but praying. It was insane - really, that a man over a decade older than you had become so obsessed with you. But maybe that was part of the fun for him, corrupting someone so innocent - so young and full of life. You didn't care what it was, whatever kept Matty between your legs was a good enough reason for you. You had an entire lifetime to pray for forgiveness. 

Navigating through the several months of sneaking away to his office in the chapel to fool around once the service had concluded, the two of you had become very good at hiding your — whatever this was. Situationship. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he made sure you knew that you belonged to him and only him, if the way he dealt with you after some boy had asked you to lunch after his sermon one Sunday told you anything - you could still feel the sting of his hand if you thought about it hard enough. 

Regardless of how the sneaking around made you feel, it was always worth it when Matty's eyes would find you amongst the full pews, dark orbs softening ever so slightly when you smiled at him and darkening more evidently when you were wearing a dress that showed almost too much cleavage to be worn in such a sacred space. 

You weren’t quite sure how you had gotten yourself in this situation, but you were positive that you didn’t want it to end. It was wrong, but God did it feel so right when Matty’s hands were touching you - making you fall apart each week like his life depended on it. Matty had given you your one way ticket to eternal damnation, you were just waiting to board the plane. 

So here you sat, in a pew with your legs crossed over one another amongst the crowd of people listening to the man deliver his sermon for the week, trying to not let the jealousy cloud your vision as the girls sitting next to you whispered about how good the priest looked today. You caught bits and pieces, enough to make your jaw clench. You weren’t stupid, neither was Matty, both of you noticed the influx of women that grew a sudden interest in attending church when he arrived. Matty thought it was funny, you did not. 

The words you’d caught from the girls sitting next to you played on a loop in your mind for the remainder of the service. The longer you stewed on them the angered you had become and when it came time for communion, you couldn't help but play a dangerous game. You had waited in line impatiently, trying to ignore the jealousy that would fill your veins when you watched the way Matty placed the communion wafer on other women's tongues. You knew the feeling was silly, especially considering Matty was watching you for most of the communion anyways. Regardless, the jealousy still burned when you were standing in front of him, even after his eyes roamed your body so quickly you would have missed it if you blinked. Matty's gaze was heavy as he lifted his fingers to your mouth, eyes falling to your tongue as he placed the communion wafer carefully against the surface, dark eyes snapping back up to meet your own when he felt the way your tongue wrapped around his digit ever so slightly. The look he gave you alone was enough to make a faint smirk grow on your face before you were stepping aside so the next member of the congregation could partake in the communion as well. 

By the look in Matty’s eyes, you knew you were in for it when the church cleared out. You were already prepared to slip away to his office, gathering your stuff and about to make your way down the all too familiar path when you heard him speak from behind you, his sudden presence made you jump. “Going somewhere?”

You couldn’t help but fix him with a puzzled gaze, your eyes roaming around the sanctuary that was still very much full of people. Why was he asking you this? Didn’t he know where you were going? “Uhm, yeah, I have somewhere I need to be.” You spoke slowly, eyeing the group of people who were lingering beside the two of you - waiting to speak to the priest. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. 

“Can it wait?” Matty spoke with an all too sweet tone that made dread seep into your veins, the dangerous look behind his eyes had you squeezing your bible that rested between your arm and your chest. “I have something I want to run by you, if that’s okay?”

“Uhm,” Matty smiled softly as your eyebrows furrowed slightly. “yeah, sure. I’ll just wait right here.”

Matty’s soft smile turned more smug, “Perfect.”

You hadn’t even fully sat back down on the pew before the people jumped on him like vultures, asking him various questions that you couldn’t even pinpoint - all of them speaking at once and treating the man like he was some type of celebrity. Some type of God. You watched from down below on the pew with your legs crossed, burning heat in your stomach and anticipation coursing through your veins at the idea of what was to come when all of these people filtered out and the two of you were left alone. 

You didn’t have to wait long, thankfully. Matty had done a good job at keeping all the conversations short and sweet, practically pushing everyone out of the church. You tightened your crossed leg over your other as the final member of the church waved goodbye, Matty’s eyes lingering on them even when he couldn’t see them anymore, finally turning his attention to you when the faint sound of the front door closing for the last time rang throughout the sanctuary. You watched intently as Matty made his way to stand in front of you, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back against the pew in front of the one you were still sitting on, staring down at you like he held all the power in the world. And really, he did. “Well, I’m waiting.”

You felt your eyebrows come together once more. “For what?”

Matty’s jaw ticked, “For you to explain to me what all of that was about?” You shifted against the pew under his gaze. “Trying to suck my finger during such a sacred time - sinful.” And oh. You liked where this was going. "You're lucky I didn't bend you over one of those pews in front of the entire congregation, angel." Matty's voice was more deep than usual - condescending. 

“I-I’m sorry, Matty. I–”

“Oh please,” Matty chuckled darkly, shaking his head at you, his hand coming out to trail a finger from your chin to your bottom lip, rubbing along the area and clenching your jaw when you brought your tongue out once more to take the digit between your lips. His eyes flashed with something unrecognizable but gave you the reassurance that despite his words, you were doing everything he wanted you to be. "You’re not sorry, you’re selfish."

"M' not selfish." You slurred around his digit, pouting as best as you could. Matty took it upon himself to slide another digit alongside the one already in your mouth, shoving them deeper and smirking in satisfaction when your eyes watered. 

"No?" Matty mocked. "You made today all about you — the Lord's day, angel, and you don't even look apologetic." Matty pouted, pulling his fingers from your mouth in favor of running them down the expanse of your neck instead. “In fact, you look quite proud of yourself.” You couldn’t help the small smile that graced your face at his words, the sight making Matty’s jaw tick again. "Maybe you should get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness." Your heart pounded as you felt his spit soaked digits running down the expanse of your throat, heat pooled in your stomach when the same digits wrapped around your throat. "Beg me for forgiveness."

You gulped, breathless and dazed at the feeling of the priests hand wrapped around your throat. The two of you never ventured outside of his office, only having done anything behind the closed, locked door. When the two of you were in there, it was easy for you to disconnect it from the church. It didn’t feel like you were committing such blasphemy. But out here in the sanctuary with the stained glass reflecting over the priest's face, you couldn’t help but squirm against the pew at the idea of having him out in the open. “H-Here?” 

“Well, I’m just giving you what you asked for, aren’t I?” Matty was patronizing you, squeezing your neck once more and leaning down so he could be more eye level with you. “You wanted to whore yourself out in front of the entire congregation, in front of God, I’m just giving you the opportunity.” And then Matty was releasing your neck, faintly pushing your head back in the process as he leaned back against the pew he had been resting on before. “Get on your knees, don’t make me say it again.”

And really, it should have been embarrassing how quickly you were scrambling off the pew and falling to your knees in front of the priest - crammed in between the space of the pews and so eager to please that you needed assistance in unbuckling his belt. You watched with eager eyes as Matty's veiny hands freed himself from confinement, stroking his own hand along himself for a few beats before sliding his hand into your hair and pulling you down on him, throwing his head back at the feeling of your tongue immediately swirling around him. 

A low groan sounded from Matty as his eyes found your own looking up at him, hand gripping your hair tighter as the sight of your doe eyes staring back up at him for approval or praise - Matty wasn't sure which one. He didn't care, he'd give you both. "There's my good girl." Matty's voice was softer from how breathy it had gotten. "Just needs to be put in her place every now and then, isn’t that right?"

You shifted on your knees on the hardwood floor beneath you, growing more confident with yourself with each passing moan that fell from the older man’s lips. To say you were inexperienced when you first met Matty didn’t even begin to scratch the surface. You hadn’t even had your first kiss yet, having always been told as you grew up that you should save it for marriage. But you were quick to learn, quick to give up everything for the older man.

“You were made for this,” Matty groaned, his hips slowly starting to thrust shallowly as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “God made you for me.” You moaned around him. “Some people were put on this earth to help others, to serve others.” Matty’s thrust grew more powerful as he spoke, the grip on your hair tight as ever. “But not you, oh no, you weren’t made for that.” Matty hissed as you swallowed around him, reminding yourself that you needed to breath as the priest fucked your mouth. “You were made to sit pretty and suck my cock, right?”

You hummed around him, eliciting another groan to fall from him as his hips began to thrust with more of a purpose - the hand in your hair bringing you down to meet his thrusts, his cock sliding down your throat in a way that brought tears to your eyes. "Fuck.”

At this point, you could do nothing but allow Matty to use you, his grip on your hair tight as he slammed himself down your throat, tears now falling freely at the intensity of it all. You had just placed your hand on the back of his knee for support when suddenly he was pulling away from you, head thrown back almost like he was frustrated with himself for pulling away. 

"Up." Matty's voice was strained, matching his cock, his nearly black eyes kept you pinned to the floor. "Up."

The tone of his voice was enough to make your body spring into action, almost tripping over yourself but Matty was quick to catch you, picking you up and carrying you over to the pulpit that he stood behind as he preached every Sunday, sitting you down on top of it. Your heart raced as Matty hummed, tilting his head and taking in the sight of your tear brimmed eyes and swollen lips, hand coming up to grip your chin once more before pulling you into a kiss. 

"You know, one of these days I'm going to tell you no." You spoke against his lips. You tried to be stern, to hold your ground, but your already breathy voice was failing you. 

Matty knew your words weren't true, if the way his lips against your own turned into a smirk at the sound of them told you anything. A low hum followed as he pulled away from your mouth long enough to lick a strip along the side of the neck, ending his voyage with your ear lobe, whispering into your ear. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” And then his mouth was back on your own in a kiss that was tender for a millisecond before your bottom lip was being pulled between his teeth, releasing it with a pop. "You want me to fuck you, angel?" Matty's voice conveyed an innocence that his words did not match, his hand gripping your chin tighter. "Do you think you deserve it?"

You weren't quite sure how you were supposed to respond considering Matty's hand had found its way under the skirt of your dress, fingers toying with your covered core. "Answer me."

"Yes." You were whispering without thought, head spinning at the feeling of Matty's fingers slipping underneath the band of your underwear and tugging them down, a breathy plea falling from your lips as you lifted your hips to help him get them off of you. "Please."

"Good girl, good answer." Matty praised, lips finding home against your collarbone as his fingers found home against your core, your head thrown back at the feeling. "Always deserve me, yeah?" You were quick to nod, something that caused Matty's teeth to dig into your skin. "Say it."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, focusing on the feeling of Matty sucking a mark into your collarbone for a few seconds before he was pulling away, a dark smile etched across his face as he brought his hand over into the bowl of holy water that rested next to the pulpit. Your tongue felt like sandpaper in your mouth as you watched his long and lean fingers swirl around in the liquid before bringing his hand back to you, droplets of the holy water fell to the inside of your thigh in the process, seeming to burn against your skin. You swallowed thickly. "I deserve it."

The three words had barely fell from your lips before two of Matty's holy water coated fingers were plunging into you, not giving you any time to adjust before he was fucking his fingers into you at a rapid pace, one that had your hand gripping onto his shoulder to try and ground yourself in some way as his thumb found it's way to your bundle of nerves. "Matty." 

“I have to make sure you’re all clean for me, angel.” Matty whispered, eyes zeroed in on your core and the way his fingers were disappearing inside of you at a rapid rate. “Gotta cleanse you of your sin.” He emphasized the word by curling his fingers inside of you, causing you to throw your head back. “Dirty girl.”

He had you on the brink of falling apart so quickly that you felt dizzy, head spinning at the immense pleasure that his skilled hands brought you, mouth agape and eyebrows scrunched as Matty pushed you closer and closer to the edge, about to send you over before pulling away and leaving you empty once more. 

The complaint was on your tongue quicker than you could think, but not faster than the feeling of his Matty picking you up to turn you over, bending you over the pulpit and pushing your dress up and over your hips. "Matty." His name fell from your lips barely above a whisper. “I need-“ 

"Don't you dare ask me for anything." Matty's voice was harsh, his hand coming out to slap against the inside of your thigh as he spoke, spreading them for him. "After the stunt you pulled, I don't want to hear anything from you."  

Another complaint was ready to fall from your lips, but it died quickly at the feeling of his tip rubbing along your folds, the words disappearing into thin air as just his tip pushed into you. Not enough to satisfy you but just enough to have you squirming against the pulpit. "Matty, please. I need you."

"Yeah?" His strained voice showing how difficult it was for him to not fully enter you, his bottom lip pulled tightly between his teeth. "You need me, huh?"

"Yes, Matty, please." You begged, trying to shift your hips in a way that would bring himself deeper inside of you, the action proving to be pointless when his hand had gripped your hips to stop any movement. 

"I thought there was going to come a day where you were going to tell me no?" If there was one thing about Matty, he loved to throw your own words back in your face. He loved to patronize. "A day where you didn't need me anymore." At this point, Matty was rolling his hips in a shallow way, so shallow that you would have missed it if you weren't so focused on the way that the action had his tip diving ever so slightly deeper into you, the feeling driving you insane. His voice dripped of sarcasm. "You don't need me." 

Matty started to pull away but you were quick to stop him from doing so, "I'm always gonna need you." You spoke truthfully, whether the two of you understood the meaning behind your words or not, it didn't matter. There was no way you could ever leave Matty behind, maybe in the first few weeks but definitely not now. "I'm yours, Matty. Yours."

That was all Matty needed to hear, grip on your waist tight as he slowly entered you, both of you groaned at the feeling. You anticipated the feeling of Matty to start moving inside of you, confused when you never felt it begin. "Matty, please." You begged, clenching your cunt around him in hopes that that would jumpstart his thrusts. "I've been so good."

Matty slowly leaned down, laying over your body that was still covered in your Sunday’s best dress, his hand coming around to tease two fingers across your bottom lip, you were eager to pull them in. "Who do you belong to?"

You were confused as to why he was asking you this question, especially considering you had just told him, but you were quick to answer regardless - mumbling around his fingers. "You."

"Say my name." Matty's voice was deeper than you had ever heard it before, muscles straining to stop himself from moving inside of you, the feeling of your walls clenching around him starting to become too much for him, shoving his fingers further down your throat and springing a fresh wave of tears to brim your eyes. 

“Matty." You whined, the feeling of being so full bringing tears to your eyes, praying to anyone who would listen that he would start moving soon. Matty pulled his fingers from your mouth, trailing them down your chin and grabbing it to turn your head back so you could face him. “Yours, Matty, I’m yours. Please.”

"No." The sternness almost makes you flinch. "Say my name."

Matty emphasized each word with a slight roll of his hips, the action making your own eyes roll into the back of your head - so desperate for anything at this point

"Matty, I don't -" Your mind was too fuzzy to understand what he wanted, your confusion was cut off by Matty gripping your chin so tightly in a way that had it opening, a smirk falling onto his face before he was leaning down to spit into your mouth. The action had you clenching around him, begging him to move as heat pooled in your stomach, too turned on to think of anything other than getting him to fuck you. 

Matty's hands trailed from your chin down to your throat, possessively wrapping around your neck as he spoke through a smirk. "If he's your heavenly father, then who am I?" 

His words made you squirm against the pulpit as the realization of what Matty wanted hit you like a freight train. "I'm yours, daddy." You whined, a moan ripped down from your toes as Matty finally started fucking you.

It took your breath away — the pace Matty was fucking you with. It was almost like he had something to prove, someone to own. Matty's hand on your neck tightened, pulling you up with him as he moved to stand behind you, lifting your head so slightly just to slam it back down against the pulpit, throwing his own head back as he fucked into you impossibly harder. Matty's head tilted back down so he could look at you, eyes darker than ever as his hips slammed against your own. 

The way Matty fucked was animalistic, his hips snapping into you so hard that it had your eyes rolling into the back of your head and brain filling with concern that the congregation that lingered might hear the sound of skin slapping all the way from the parking lot. "Oh God, oh fuck-"

"Watch your mouth, angel, this is a house of the Lord after all.” Matty scolded, tightening his grip on your neck and snapping his hips forward even harder, moving your body up against the pulpit with the force. Normally you would have had something smart to say, calling out the fact that he had been saying much worse than you, but you were too fucked out to care. 

You couldn't help the loud moans that fell from your lips at the reminder of where you were. You had fucked in his office so many times that you had grown numb to the realization that this wasn't his home, you weren't in private, this was the chapel. You could only imagine the sight the two of you were right now. You leaned over the pulpit with Matty’s hand wrapped tightly around your throat as he railed you, the stained glass and wooden cross behind you as you moaned for the priest. You bit your lip so tightly that you were scared you might draw blood, trying your hardest not to take the Lord's name in vain again as Matty continued to fuck at a brutal pace.

You might be drooling, you couldn't quite tell - consumed with Matty's cock inside you and his finger digging into your hips. You know Matty well enough to know that there will be little bruises left behind to remind you of how tightly he was holding onto you, bruises that will fade just in time for Matty to give you new ones. A vicious cycle that you had grown accustomed to throughout the past few months. 

"You like this don't you?" Matty voice startled you, the only sound in the sanctuary having been the sound of skin slapping and groans that couldn't be kept in until now. "Showing God who you really belong to?" Matty had switched his pace from brutal to one that allowed him to take you more slowly and so deep that you felt as though you could feel him in your stomach. "You like showing him that you're not a saint?" Matty questioned as his unoccupied hand found its way down to your bundle of nerves, the amount of pleasure you were feeling was becoming too much for you to handle as Matty started to pick up his pace once more. You felt as though you were on fire. You might have been. Maybe God finally got tired of the two of you and decided to open the gates of hell around you. "Hm? Not the sweet and innocent little angel everyone in this church thinks you are, huh?" Matty's words accompanied by his thrusts and fingers on your most sensitive area were driving you mad, heat pooling in your stomach at a rapid rate and making your head spin. "They'd never guess how bruised your knees are for me." Matty's voice grew more gravely as his hips started to move impossibly faster. "How well you take my cock."

"Matty- Daddy, please, I'm so close." You whined, his fingers flying over you at the confession. If he wasn't so close to the brink himself, he would've pulled out of you for calling him Matty, but considering that he was a few thrusts away from releasing inside of you, he decided he could let it slide. 

"Cum for me, angel." Matty groaned, back to his brutal pace, leaned back so he could watch the way he disappeared inside of you. “Show God who you’re truly devout to.”

His granted permission had you falling apart almost immediately, fingers digging into the wood of the pulpit, countless profanities and moans fell from your lips as Matty continued to fuck into you until he had fully emptied inside of you - something both of you knew was a dangerous game but were always too fucked out to care about. 

Matty fell over on top of you, sweaty forehead against your shoulder, lips finding their way to yours in a kiss that was far more tender than any of you had shared all day. "What have you done to me?"

You couldn't help but laugh against his lips. "Nothing you haven't asked me to."

"Well," Matty chuckled, the look on his face letting you know that he was about to make an awful joke. "Amen."

“You’re such an idiot.” You groaned with a roll of your eyes, both of you hissing as he slowly pulled out of you, the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs was almost immediate. You flushed, turning around to face the priest, trying not to focus on the wooden cross behind him as his seed continued to trail down your leg. “I was feeling jealous, I don’t know what came over me.” You felt the need to explain yourself now, having avoided it when he asked for one earlier. You weren’t quite sure why, feeling small as Matty stared at you with a tilted head as he zipped himself back up. 

“Jealous over what?” Matty questioned, scoffing when you shrugged in return. “I think I just proved to you that you have nothing to be jealous over, don’t you think?”

You found yourself blushing once more, down to your roots as you avoided eye contact with the man, looking around the sanctuary that the two of you had just christened. You swallowed thickly as you realized that you would never be able to sit through one of his sermon’s again without seeing the pulpit he was standing behind, knowing what had happened on it. Knowing that there was probably a mix of the two of you drying on the wood right now. You were fucked.